Qui plume a, guerre a……

Clever tyrants are never punished. Les habiles tyrans ne sont jamais punis………To hold a pen is to be at war. Qui plume a, guerre a…………….Voltair 1760

The French revisited. Some may wonder why I hold the ideologically pernicious French with such contempt. Upon the world stage the French are the economic whores of humanity. The collective persona of the French are historically noted for being free thinkers with bad attitudes. I can spot a character flaw in a nation as easy as I can any mans tell. French nationals, diplomats, and commanders will not look you in the eye when diplomacy determines detriment/benefit are questioned. They like to talk their way into being the pie cutter; after someone else's sword has liberated the pie. Their eye is on the prize, French cut; with stipulations addressing support to rebuild your pie-plate; a war we that we're opposed to on record, wink. French engineers are only too happy help rebuild a funnel to france , 'for modest operational expenses, we do get hungry sometimes', wink, wink and looks down.

The French diplomatic core are more prolific than cockroaches in Compton. This very minute the French have more engineers building bridges in Lebanon, Egypt, Syria , on a Saudi dollar than French troops on the ground in Iraq/afgan on our American dime. The French are shrewd businessmen selling nato(usa)  tech, intel……. I could tell you about the time Israel destroyed the entire air fleets of both Egypt and Syria.
Perfect scenario for France.

  Israeli pilots flying French built mirage jet-fighters shot down 266 Russian mig combat fighters belonging mostly to Syria, without loosing a single mirage. Most of the Egyptian planes were destroyed on the ground by French and American (NATO) weapons systems, oh and Egyptian and Syria also used more French war implements and logistical support than American or domestic sources. Israel bought their French-built mirages, armed with American technology, from the Americans. American technology manufactured the aircraft. Those planes never touched down on U S soil were brokered using US as the middleman. This spared the French the political fallout from other European nations from having to defend selling weapons to the Jews. The jets flew directly from France to Israel.

Six day war is over and the post war critique: French diplomats strike a deal with Egypt, we will rebuild your runways so the planes we sell you to defend the runways will be able to take off from, you don't want Israel pulling that one on you again, do you? We French may point out that your Russian bullets failed; you need our best bullets that fit in our guns only. We French learned to produce high grade weapons systems as a benefit of joining the North American Treaty Alliance, we can deliver any conventional weapons system a la carte, carte' blanche.

 Syria, you need our French missiles to shoot down those Israeli planes. America puts out world fires and France throws gasoline, and stokes the flames. Good for business. Trust me the French tell this story to any camp he invites himself to sponsor, like Nike sponsoring a football game; only both teams don the same uniforms and pads. But it wouldn't be futbol either because they(French) have only one ball. Two balls are required, and I cant say there are two among the lot.

 Through the auspicious blanket of the united nations we French will also be setting up channels of distribution for humanitarian aid; we are after all ,the chief suppler of body bags, bandages, and bridges; and one more thing ,we will rebuild your damaged water vessels, its too expensive to ship water for our people from france; we will just put it on the tab, unicef will reimburse us if there is any francs left after our administrative dispersal fees. I don't know what the French need so much water for, certainly not to bathe. That's just one of my beefs with the French. I have a hard time liking someone that eats snails at sixty dollars a plate. I have to temper my social outrage. Least my passions overtake me, always something to rage about, huh Dylan.

These war mongers must be exposed. The hidden agenda the French protect today is not so hidden anymore. French industry merrily delights at the economic windfalls that war fuels; cheers escalation; rejoices at prolonged aggressions; keeps hostilities stirred up indefinitely for unlimited future growth potential. The mass social implications in the middle east are almost incomprehensible; as dire as any other epoch in history ancient or modern.

 The French have very precise meanings to the words in their vocabulary. English has borrowed many, many words from france, but the French borrow few words from neighbors to convey new meaning. This alone gives rise to attitudes of arrogance. My French language is superior to yours because we have thought deeper and invented new words to describe our novel ideas; give old concepts words that carry heavier weight for all the world to bare.... fools.  How about the term: "smells like a French whore"? We can lend new meaning to the phrase and re-coin the term…. to mask the fetid odor of reality. Ethnocentric is our word for them. Einstein said it best: "Nationalism is an infantile disease. It is the measles of mankind."

I say france is a whore-house with the only hot whore in Damascus or Tel Aviv. Discrimination without discretion keeps fools out of heaven and hell booked eternally. The French have a chronic incurable case of self centeredness that euthanizes the unknowing world. Psst, psst… Iran and north Korea are building , have built nuclear reactors for their local power grids, guess where they got the technology? We hear little about Frances socio-economic franchises for a reason; they are good at what they do.

 If America tore the talons off the eagle and gave the Arabs and the Jews one each; Sit safely perched and wait until one ask for the eagle fathers to stop the bleeding;  invite the French vultures to clean the battlefield, what would the people do? Nothing and nothing equates apathy. When one spots trains from a French platform one must be vigilant as to which side one is standing. I walk with a purpose, today mine is to count blue cars:


In war, science has proven itself an evil genius; it has made war more terrible than it ever was before. Man used to be content to slaughter his fellowmen on a single plane--the earth's surface. Science has taught him to go down into the water and shoot up from below and to go up into the clouds and shoot down from above, thus making the battlefield three times a bloody as it was before; but science does not teach brotherly love. Science has made war so hellish that civilization was about to commit suicide; and now we are told that newly discovered instruments of destruction will make the cruelties of the late war seem trivial in comparison with the cruelties of wars that may come in the future.
William Jennings Bryan 1925.……. Think about it.

keep fighting the good fight,  with your minds as weapons!!
…………………………….Kosmicdebris.........................................

spiritual halitosis

Spiritual halitosis and the reprebates mouthwash.

Everyone that has any passion at all for life, for the value of human breath, also share other personal traits, among the strongest traits are the curiosity and wonderment duties; childish distrust challenging any new information is a sound survival strategy. Tony de saint-exupery said: "Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them."

Children intuitively sense and then process our physical environment outside science and physics concepts. So does a spiritual child do the same with God. Those that have a passion for life share God. I am in wonderment and curiosity. That's why I share most of my daily devotions of late, they are of God you can be sure of that; I spent the first half of my adult life looking everywhere for God, and this last half talking to him; get my ga-zillions of questions out there, invariably he points out that he already told me and I had known all along.

Certainly by now I have had a survey of everyone's god, but my God I knew not. My god is of passion, how can you taste pleasure if you have never known the bitterness of pain? Would there be a need for the word pleasure? I share to make the internet less evil by my temporal measure. One of the things I have to do is speak out at social incrustations, institutions of social benefit turned profit centers.

 I have witnessed a lot of shit in my life and one of the most heart breaking shits I ever saw was a wino shitting on the side of a building right behind a jumbo dumpster; leaning back cause he couldn't stand up, the splatters contrasted the yellow wall that overcast day. The thirsty homeless have a name, or several names actually. The common name for this behavior is a malady known as "dollar store diarrhea " dsd, caused by mouthwash ingestion. As you can imagine the scope squirts present acutely; the only option being pants up, pants down; where on maslows hierarchy of human needs is unimportant; periscope squirts is when you dry heave so hard and baring down so forcefully that part of your lower intestines periscope out your asshole a bit; followed closely is a very aggravated hemorrhaging hiatial hernia varicele topside for relief, you have a choice you can spit the blood up or swallow it and shit it up later all at once or at any time on any wall; today an offering from the bottom studio, a study on yellow taco mayo titled: coffee grounds running mint fresh semi-digested blood flecks$$$? Everything south is shut down due to the mass die off of all the beneficial enterobacteria formally used to process nutrition. Compose himself and start all over.

Once, when there was bad weather and no-one allowed out; even the cops are summoned out to catch homeless like rats and pin them up till after the storms clears. Seems the locals detest homeless peoples frozen stiff to their sidewalks and doorways, something about bad-press, let them in for good press lady.

 He had his last withdrawal seizure in the shelter; in front of the water fountain, because they wouldn't let him out to beg; necessary to keep his hungry habit at bay. I was right behind him, he was laying there on the floor doing the chicken; the guy at the fountain started throwing water on him. Me I was taking off my clothes because the guy behind me had some soap-powder, thought maybe the spasms could jerk us a load of clean clothes or so he could die with clean underwear; some tiny shred of dignity, trying to help; while waiting for my water ration and or to convulse with dignity, Gods call. I call it opportunity. God just gave this convulsing man the opportunity to serve man, maybe his last; is that jesus flopping around like a halibut; the guy I caught shitting on my dinner in the dumpster behind the taco mayo, que? Blue car; Love thy neighbor as thyself. You cannot step over Jesus to get to God. Does he qualify as the least of my brothers or the last of them? The guys shitting on our walls and pissing in our bushes that become seizing washing machines in our shelters are black-holed into world-pool drains of hells design; death by our authority?

Are there some you have to step-over; some fish; to get to where you going; some inconvenient irritant; be it to the water fountain or to hell? The drunk was drinking one dollar half gallon bottles of legal mouthwash; twenty-five percent pure grain alcohol; from the "dollar-general" or "family-dollar". Most likely the cashier inside any doller-store supported community has an extended family member in similar conditions; if you prefer stats denial is close by. This stuff happens and happens everywhere. If folks don't understand metaphors and simile how about some reality. Seems the mouth wash has claimed many a broken and useless bum. Who cares, less bums, fewer reprobates. Apathy took this mans soul, whose name only God keeps now. No doubt many more than our wars.
 
 Something that would make Thoreau, Gandhi, MLK, Mamma T spirits live is for the non-violent masses to boycott; to speak without speaking the silent tongue as one mouth: Boycott All mouthwash retailed with alcohol as the active ingredients. If Listerine killed 40 solders in Iraq/afgan. all at once, all mouthwash would be removed from the entire Arabian peninsula. Move all that mouthwash shit next door to the pharmacy; if your breath is that bad it is a medical condition; charge twenty dollars for a dollar high like you do pills.

 The reprobate is a matter of debate. This would do well to keep our leaky vessels from marring our outside walls; the walls, these same walls, our fauna foul inside; issues over the frequency of flora irrigation are petty. We are killing our own; throwing away repairable damaged vessels wholesale.

 It is not hard to get one-dollar to forget I haven't a dollar; the soul motivation. Where are you giving your dollar? Inside the dollar store or outside the dollar store? If peoples got breath they need fix' in by the half-gallon; they is trying to stick a diamond up a goats ass with mouthwash. Apathy the anti-passion is spiritual halitosis. That's real bad-breath, people. He that pisseth on the wall is the same you seethe in the mirror. As a social band-aids utility diminishes, new dressing applications from time to time are beneficial. I count only blue cars when I spot trains from this platform. Here comes one now:


I am totally convinced from my experience of working with poor people that they can get themselves out of poverty if we give them the same or similar opportunities we give to others. The poor themselves can create a poverty-free world; all we have to do is to free them from the chains that we have put around them. In America first, look at home before we go trying to adjust everyone's global thermostats. The home fires our children sleep warmly by are becoming difficult sustain and impossible to maintain if left unattended. Tending your neighbors fires too often has fatal consequences much closer to home. They wrote a book about it, genesis, must be important …the bible, who knew. God? This blue car: (this with an Irish-welsh flair)
Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds. The mediocre mind is incapable of understanding the man who refuses to bow blindly to conventional prejudices and chooses instead to express his opinions courageously and honestly…. Get Einsteined, is what al and me think. I shall challenge all the mediocre wherever exposed, get off the fence and declare your allegiance. As sancho prepares my worthy steed Racine. I boldly, as the heavens rumble, call you out pray send your best: "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take you."
…………………………..Kosmicdebris

.........Help is on the way

………………Help is on the way

True stuff:, because of all the lawsuits against "good Samaritans" whose efforts end badly, fewer people are willing to stop and lend assistance at the scene of an accident. As a result, experts are wondering whether or not we need laws compelling us to help each other.

I am not surprised in this day and age that we have to be told to help our neighbor. What I am sad about is this is the world we are leaving our next generation. I read a recent study that stated the bigger the crowd the less likely anyone would offer aid to someone in distress. A lone person is more likely to help, summon help, insist on resolution, than from others acting as one.

We can put together groups and societies to effectively promote animal rescue and welfare to minimize animal suffering, only to euthanize seventy percent later out of sight. The results are that there are fewer stray animals and many lost humans about. Humans have institutions in place but they have forgotten their purpose here; to save souls, to show the love of God is real. Those who are professed Christians, yet whose hearts are insensitive to the suffering and needs of others give sure evidence that they do not have eternal life abiding in them. 

My God is real, that is why you are reading this, it is my responsibility to act upon the holy spirits love within me and not to harden my heart. You shall know them by their fruits.

 In Jesus' parable, the good Samaritan, a priest and a fellow Levite both walked past this half-dead man. Seems this insensitive behavior has been going on for some time. Should a society with indifference to human suffering like the one above deserve any of humanities rewards, physical or eternal? I see cruelty and civility(zation) as the same philosophical foot print.

There are already laws on the books for failure to report an accident. It is illegal to just ignore and drive past dead bodies and do nothing. You know, I bet a man down would get more attention still today in Samaria, just north of Jerusalem, than here. Simon of Cyrene was made to carry the heavy cross member the rest of the way for Jesus, Simon didn't volunteer to help, he was whipped. Ain't nothing changed, then or now.
"And as they came out, they found a man of Cyrene, Simon by name: him they compelled to bear his cross." ………Matthew 27:32

When we discover the fatal nature of our situation. Then, and only then, do we become as open-minded to conviction and as willing to listen as the dying can.

.....................keep fighting the good fight with your minds as weapons...............
……………………Kosmicdebris

Deliver us a double expresso.

Diliver us a double expresso.
THE PEOPLE SPEAK: Is your church doing what God wants?

Does your church follow a strict routine every Sunday? Does your bulletin dictate to you the way you should worship God? Is every Sunday the same old routine? Can you remember the last time you saw someone accept Jesus in your church or has it been so long that you can't remember? Does your church give an altar call after every service or does your congregation feel it isn't necessary anymore? As you drive up to your church, do you feel God¹s presence already there? Would the church you attend be happy to have Jesus attend every service you have, or would they hope he would stay away? In the Bible, Revelation 2 and 3 state how God treats churches that no longer honor him. Have you ever stepped back and taken a good look at the church you attend? Would your church pass the test of Revelation? Thomas Dick Fort Gibson, ok., last week phoenix.


We have two kinds of morality side by side: one which we preach but do not practice and another which we practice but seldom preach. Using Revelations God told me to stop criticizing organized Christianity, something about being His domain, myob, He did clear up the Luke-warm thing. The best device I have found so far to detect a hypocrite is my bathroom mirror, I guarantee, gaze in there, you will catch a glimpse of one. If you cant find one in yours? Come over to My house, said God and take a peep in Mine and find two. I always do. Remember, those eyes you see in the mirror are unmistakably the windows to the soul. You are looking into Gods eyes. God is in that mirror too, God isn't there unless you bring Him, sometimes you have to bring Him where He is not.

I love your Christ, but I do not like Christians. Your Christians are nothing like your Christ, said Gandhi. Gandhi's ideas and values were not unlike Christians: teach, preach, baptize and trust God clean house, help others clean house, clean house keep house clean, wash, rinse, repeat. Basic rules to follow.

 I am finding the sincerity of modern churches dubious, I went to one, a big church here in Tahlequah, walked in and looked around, thought I interrupted the judging of a beauty contest. I saw more cleavage in the main sanctuary than playboy Hugh Heffner's last pool party. There must have been enough silicon in that room to seal the asphalt cracks between Barstow and Needles. Vanity.......... 'A conceited person! These words are not exactly what you would call a compliment! Yet the highest goal of a conceited person is to be complimented. Externally he tries to have an attractive appearance and wear smart clothes. Internally he seeks the facade of a pleasant personality.'.........Mother Basilea 

 'I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.'

 Most times you can find a sincere church in rural areas. Jaded city living are spawning selfish people ignorant to the consequences of being indifferent to human suffering. At a country church they take care of their own; tending to each other providing an inner circle of love. Big city churches don't care bout individuals, only the abundance of conspicuous consumption. Some that claim to be temple of God and have a friggn starbucks and mini malls in them? God gets His coffee at star bucks? The rest of us, Moses and Aaron included, get wal-mart folgers. If God liked starbucks so much he would have put a good café latte recipe in exodus when they needed some motivation and a kick in the spiritual behind to get them the literal hell out of Egypt. What is up with that?

If we could just turn a few of the deacons to expel the money changers, abruptly dismantle those profit centers with righteous indignation. The people that sell this stuff(exploit God) for personnel profit cement their feet firmly in hell. Some target teens heavily, shameful. Those who choose vanity over God imperil their soul. Pry for their deliverance.

................................keep fighting the good fight, with your minds as weapons!!.............
……………………….Kosmicdebris

Luther, relics and churches

I have been looking at Martin Luther's ninety-five thesis on reformation teachings about the church verses the individuals salvation and saving grace. God cares little, if at all, how big the edifices man erects in his honor. I see martins Luther's battles with the catholic church over spiritual extortion are almost identical of today's reformed churches. Having lost sight of the purpose for such institutions. "As soon as the coin in the coffer rings, the soul from purgatory springs"; and he insisted that since pardons were God's alone to grant, those who claimed indulgences absolved buyers from all punishments and granted them salvation were in error. Christians, he said, must not slacken in following Christ on account of such false assurances. Those false assurances finance all the great cathedrals in the world. I believe mans promiscuity and penance built them.

 I started studying martin after looking at the ancient holy relics the roman church exploits. We sort of arrived at the same conclusion on some things, Mr. Luther and I. One was how could Germany have eighteen apostils buried there, when I am almost certain there were only twelve, and most should be buried close to where they once lived? Although it is likely that during the crusades some where dug up and removed elsewhere. At last count there was a dozen churches in France claiming to have the only part of Jesus left behind, his little jewish foreskin. Charrtes is in the foreskin lead for the most fans, they drag it out once a year to have a look, pray over it. Offerings and miracles are freely given for a pass to heaven on that special day.
Roman churches all over Europe have parts of the cross, probably enough wood to build a sturdy latter down to hell. The churches have enough of Marys breast milk to nurse maid every child in Geneva, remarked john calvin once.

 Martin began to teach that salvation is a gift of God's grace in Christ received by faith alone.. The first and chief article is this, Luther wrote, "Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, died for our sins and was raised again for our justification… herefore, it is clear and certain that this faith alone justifies us… Nothing of this article can be yielded or surrendered, even though heaven and earth and everything else falls."

I believe a church's biggest expense ought to be out-reach. If the church spends more on electric than out-reach you got yourself a lukewarm too big place of worship. Out-reach is the only reason to meet. Since relationship with God is personal. Physicians and healers do not ply their trade among the well, neither should spiritual healers and enlightened ones, seems foolish to save the saved practicing rituals and vein reputations.

The jewish carpenter from Jerusalem never cut a board too short, or carried one too long. I will try to cheerfully do the same. Some times I think I enjoy criticizing the church bit too much. There are many good people in church and I believe most do more good than bad. I must not forget and throw the baby out with the bath water. Common sense should be more common somehow.

'Gross hypocrite, thou and thy companions will gain little by your pains. If you do not save yourselves by flight, nobody shall prevent your overthrow, and you will curse the hour when you left your monkery. Warning has been already given that the devil and his renegade priests were come hither to ruin every thing. But after people have suffered long they avenge themselves. Take care that you are not served like Mons. Verle of Fribourg [who was killed in a fight with the Protestants, while endeavoring to save himself by flight]. We will not have so many masters. Mark well what I say.' ML

Keep fighting the good fight,  with your minds as weapons!!
..................Kosmicdebris

Crisis Intervention...........Advancd Life Saving Techniqus

YOU MIGHT BE A HYPOCRITE:

YOU MIGHT BE A HYPOCRITE IF......You make sure that everyone in church knows about it when you do something good. Matthew 6:2

YOU MIGHT BE A HYPOCRITE IF......You seldom find fault with yourself but have no trouble seeing other peoples faults. Matthew 7:5

YOU MIGHT BE A HYPOCRITE IF.......You go to church,
sing the songs, teach the classes, sing in the choir, amen the preacher but don't love God. Matthew 15:6-8

YOU MIGHT BE A HYPOCRITE IF.....You are very religious but really don't care what happens to others that have needs. Matthew 23:14

YOU MIGHT BE A HYPOCRITE IF.......You are great at public speaking and praying and feel proud after you make a beautiful prayer that others can hear. Matthew 6:5

YOU MIGHT BE A HYPOCRITE IF.....You helped finance a beautiful church building, proudly accept the glory for all you did to make it happen and love to hear your name mentioned telling of all the sacrifices you made to do such a great thing. Matthew 23:26-28

YOU MIGHT BE A HYPOCRITE IF.....You got all dressed up Sunday morning and couldn't wait to get to church but didn't stop to help the family with car trouble or the homeless person that you passed on the way because it would make you late for service. Luke 10:30-34

YOU MIGHT BE A HYPOCRITE IF.....You profess to be a Christian but base all your beliefs on what your preacher says instead of what Jesus said. Luke 6:46

YOU MIGHT BE A HYPOCRITE IF...You are well off and have convinced yourself that you do not love money more than God yet you still think you need to work to make more money. Matthew 6:24

YOU MIGHT BE A HYPOCRITE IF...You are a preacher that relies on your education, denominational doctrines and teach others to do the same. Matthew 15:9

YOU MIGHT BE A HYPOCRITE IF....You have become enlightened by the new "Christian Psychology" and believe you have discovered the answers to you and your families problems. John 15:5,  Romans 8:5

YOU MIGHT BE A HYPOCRITE IF....You believe that if you give 10% to your church you are relieved of any Christian commitment to help the poor or those in need..Matt.25:41-45

YOU MIGHT BE A HYPOCRITE IF....You profess to be a Christian and to have been forgiven of sin but have not forgiven others that you think have done you wrong. Mark 11:26




YOU MIGHT BE A HYPOCRITE IF....You do not or cannot recognize Blue Cars.

YOU MIGHT BE A HYPOCRITE IF....These comments make you angry and you are too lazy to look up the scriptures. then CLICK 

keep fighting the good fight, with your minds as weapons!!...........................

....................kosmicdebris..........................................................

Blue cars

Your religion is the relationship between you and your church. Your spirituality is your relationship between you and God, individually first and foremost. 

If the authorities told you that you must own a blue car to get knowledge. Not just any knowledge, but something everyone would want to know. Wonder who would rush out and buy one? How many people do you know already own one? How many would rush out and immediately have their car painted blue; or even steal one; just to own one what desperate thing would any do to get a blue car? How many would wait until the last minute to get one, only to find out it was too late, that all the blue cars were gone? How about the ones that  say screw you ‘I don't care about blue cars, Ill drive any car I bloody well please.’ I know everything I need to know, no one can tell me what color to drive anything. What about the people that can't afford a blue car or are infirmed and can't drive? What if you got up one morning and found a blue car in your driveway delivered from a generous unknown benefactor? Would you keep it, sell it, give it away if you already have one; maybe you would just ignore it and mentally make it go away. Dismissed like you do when someone farts in public and everyone hears or smells it but pretends it didn't happen and ignores it.

 Tomorrow when you get up and are out and about your business count the blue cars. Every blue car you see think of God, make a deliberate mental effort and say allowed God. Everyday every single blue car think about God until it becomes a habit. After you automatically think of God, ask for truth. And then start counting them. Blue cars is the knowledge that I have a soul that lives forever if I recognize and start counting blue cars things will only get better. My people perish for lack of a blue car.


I know my euphemistic expressions may be too simplistic, but most folks are conditioned to dismiss the cold hard truth wholesale; don't ever stop to think there might be something to this truth that can benefit me, my family, my station in life, my soul. They know it is there, but choose to tune out, change the station, just ignore it and tell themselves it can't be true so they don't have deal with it.

 The term psychologists use for this behavior is "observed inattention." Example, my micro-scale booger model: like a friendly stranger that has a booger the size of Cleveland partially exposed from his honker or when a stranger tells you that God loves you. I think it's cute on a four year old but not so much on a forty year-old one, funny yes, cute no. A child would say something about the nasal mutiny, mommy, mommy that man has a big booger snot hanging out his nose; you have tissues in your purse; give him one. Mommy says come along Fauquier and whispers shush, red-faced don't stare at him, observed inattention is being taught here.

 Once, in the grocery store rolling up to check out my six year old baby-girl spotted the girthy women in front of us was leaning forward over her shopping cart. My daughter turned around and told her mother in audible range "mommy, she got a big hinney". Some things we are taught to ignore; like the poor, the homeless, the handicapped, the different; that we have a soul. Started somewhere. Those that are different become faceless nameless oxygen respirators and nutrition absorbers that have bodily functions just like we do they. We start learning to use our social filters early.

Then six year old Fauquier says what if Jesus had a booger; you say you love him and you love me don't cha'? and you give me tissues. Confusion begins. Here mom can pull out a tissue, and offer it to the stranger silently with a gesture motion as to where it is needed. Small gestures have blessings which ripple out you cannot see now, others see, some in high places, but the wee miss nothing. Chances are you spotted the hanging chad before young Fauquier did. Deal with it directly. Maybe you are little embarrassed, but after it is over, you begin to realize you preserved this mans dignity by showing this stranger that someone noticed enough to care and thus minimized public ridicule, a rich blessing for him; this makes you feel good about yourself for doing the right thing, blessing for you; young Fauquier sees the example set compounded by observation of your cumulative behaviors in dealing directly and mimic when the situation arise independent of your direction; more blessings for both of you and future grandkids; also anyone else with observed inattention watching this semi-mucus morsel drama play out; a simple lesson in brotherly love, blessings. I just blessed this booger enough now to become a holy relic I must remember to hide it before the next cardinal convention convenes this spring lest the catholic faithful will enshrine my nasal nugget; I guess I'll just put it back where I got it.


Has anyone ever heard the saying: you can't graft a new idea into a closed mind. I have literally heard it from the pulpit, from a political platform; the great historic prophets and philosophers east and west almost without exception have expressed this sentiment when they shared new ideas. Anybody that's read any of my work has noticed I am partial to employing blue cars. I do like the song dishwalla song counting blue cars, I am not a fanatic, I just like the dishabille feeling the song lends. A comfortable human being, being human.


Trainspotting is a peculiar British convention invented by those wishing to pass the time watching trains pass while standing on the boarding and unloading platforms. Some do it because they have more time than money, surprisingly, some have money and the time both. I am not talking about just a few there are many over most of the entire European theater. Trainspotters even have an informal guild to compare notes; since 9/11 and the tube bombings in London, some local civil authorities have (secretly all of them), trained a few officially to provide an informal layer of security. Not even the rail personnel are as familiar with particulars as a spotter. Who knew they would become handy spotting terrorists; finally a use for them. They spent hours and hours watching arrivals and departures keeping meticulous notations of the time, the particular engines that drive the trains, which tracks, how many cars coming and going, every minute detail, color of the rail cars; what freight carried, all day long. Is counting blue cars a mind-numbing waist of time and human potential? Each have a specialized area, mine is blue cars. When I stand with them I count the blue cars. All cars other than blue are lost souls in denial; absent the knowledge about how to get a blue car; otherwise had they known the truth they would have had one already. ‘Mans spiritual blindness only hardens his stupidity to deny his poor sight’
……………….keep fighting the good fight,  with your minds as weapons….

……………….kosmicdebris……………………………….

Aborigines
Persons of little worth found cumbering the soil of a newly discovered country. They soon cease to cumber; they fertilize.

Abstainer
A weak person who yields to the temptation of denying himself a pleasure. A total abstainer is one who abstains from everything but abstention, and especially from inactivity in the affairs of others.

Arrest
Formally to detain one accused of unusualness.
God made the world in six days and was arrested on the seventh
-The Unauthorized Version

Barometer
An ingenious instrument which indicates what kind of weather we are having.

Bore
A person who talks when you wish him to listen.

Cannon
An instrument employed in the rectification of national boundaries.

Cat
A soft indestructible automaton provided by Nature to be kicked when things go wrong in the domestic circle.

eeeeChristian
One who believes that the New Testament is a divinely inspired book admirably suited to the spiritual needs of his neighbor. One who follows the teachings of Christ in so far as they are not inconsistent with a life of sin.

I dreamed I stood upon a hill, and, lo!
The godly multitudes walked to and fro
Beneath, in Sabbath garments fitly clad,
With pious mien, appropriately sad,
While all the church bells made a solemn din --
A fire-alarm to those who lived in sin.
Then saw I gazing thoughtfully below,
With tranquil face, upon that holy show
A tall, spare figure in a robe of white,
Whose eyes diffused a melancholy light.
"God keep you, strange," I exclaimed. "You are
No doubt (your habit shows it) from afar;
And yet I entertain the hope that you,
Like these good people, are a Christian too."
He raised his eyes and with a look so stern
It made me with a thousand blushes burn
Replied -- his manner with disdain was spiced:
"What! I a Christian? No, indeed! I'm Christ."
- G.J.

Congratulation
The civility of envy.

Corporation
An ingenious device for obtaining individual profit without individual responsibility.

Cynic
A blackguard whose faulty vision sees things as they are, not as they ought to be. Hence the custom among the Scythians of plucking out a cynic's eyes to improve his vision.

Dictionary
A malevolent literary device for cramping the growth of a language and making it hard and inelastic. This dictionary, however, is a most useful work.

Education
That which discloses to the wise, and disguises from the foolish, their lack of understanding.

Electricity
The cause of all natural phenomena not known to be caused by something else.

Helpmate
A wife, or bitter half.

Idiot
A member of a large and powerful tribe whose influence in human affairs has always been dominant and controlling.

Innards
The stomach, heart, soul, and other bowels.

Insurrection
An unsuccessful revolution.

Justice
A commodity which in a more or less adulterated condition the State sells to the citizen as a reward for his allegiance, taxes and personal service.

Learning
The kind of ignorance distinguishing the studious.

Logic
The art of thinking and reasoning in strict accordance with the limitations and incapacities of the human misunderstanding.

Love
A temporary insanity curable by marriage.

Marriage
The state or condition of a community consisting of a master, a mistress and two slaves, making in all, two.

Mayonnaise
One of the sauces that serve the French in place of a state religion.

Patience
A minor form of despair, disguised as a virtue.

Philosophy
A route of many roads leading from nowhere to nothing.

Pray
To ask that the laws of the universe be annulled on behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy.


Rational
Devoid of all delusions save those of observation, experience and reflection.


Religion
A daughter of Hope and Fear, explaining to Ignorance the nature of the Unknowable.


Road
A strip of land along which one may pass from where it is too tiresome to be to where it is futile to go.

Sabbath
A weekly festival having its origin in the fact that God made the world in six days and was arrested on the seventh.

Vote
The instrument and symbol of a freeman's power to make a fool of himself and a wreck of his country.

Witch
1, an ugly and repulsive old woman in a wicked league with the Devil; 2, a beautiful and attractive young woman in wickedness a league beyond the Devil.

Youth
The Period of Possibility, when Archimedes finds a fulcrum, Cassandra has a following and seven cities compete for the honor of endowing a living Homer.
Youth is the true Saturnian Reign, the Golden Age on earth again, when figs are grown on thistles, and pigs betailed with whistles and, wearing silken bristles, live ever in clover, and cows fly over, delivering milk at every door, and Justice is never heard to snore, and every assassin is made a ghost and, howling, is cast into Baltimost--Polydore Smith.


Zeal
A certain nervous disorder afflicting the young and inexperienced.

.....keep fighting the good fight with your minds as weapons!!

...................................kosmicdebris...............................................

The world is converging at one rally point, HERE ON THE NET, and we are are the first to plow this furtile ground.  Instinctive.  Me,? not the leader, only the facilitator.  You know instinctively what to do, to protect family, loved ones, significant others.  Exploitation and Baal

Does anyone else think the exploitation of Steve Irwin's cute little eight year-old daughter Bindy disgusting? A classy young actress is Dakota fanning, I think if she survives the tween-angst to adulthood she will be one of the next great actresses, only with more unique mental health issues.

Every generation has their own diva devil's-food nut bars; if you believe in reincarnation it's the same old shit. I do believe they are/ were all exploited; robbed of their childhood to work in an adult world for adult manna. Children must have a chance to explore the unselfish naive innocence of childhood free from the jaded motives of selfish adults. Away from the boundaries of contracts along with the snares of legalism.

 Most all childhood experts proclaim that there are critical periods of early development. Things that must be learned at a very precise moments, specific and unique only to the individuality of each the least of Gods creatures. Parents must seize these opportunities for their child's natural personality development. The group dynamics of children being children solidify concrete moral slabs that are the foundations, the vital footing ,that build men of character and so character in the man that builds the church. Most all those divas old and new had psyche issues; each came with its own menagerie; a "entourage" of socio-economic slaves, concubines and them that are adopted or in-vitroed. Neurosis of no childhood. There is too many examples.


Write a new book: my two mommies with the optional one or two body models to choose from. They raise kookier kids; look at Joan Crawford or Liza Minnelli. Celebrity worship to me is absurd; the only t-shirt I am wearing with a mans picture on it is maybe Jesus' and I don't know what he looks like for sure; looks like all of you, Is what I think. Celebrity worship has now passed Christianity, Islam and Hindu for the most conversions and boost the most loyal of all followers of any faith. Shameful, if I spend more time watching television or reading fiction than I do reading my bible or lovingly supporting someone, I should not expect to be allowed in heaven; here is Baal and I recognize her not. I indict man, I hope God cuts me a skosh slack and only makes me eat a cow-turd like he did Ezekiel. God indicts us all individually. Baalim devours us en mass. In childhood we must teach our children to count only blue cars

'Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savor, wherewith shall it be salted? It is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of me.
Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.'


Our children must learn to live this way for God; our passions are the savor of our temporal tools our master gave us for use as the glory lights illuminating our spiritual navigation.

Most of the bible verses I quote today Mrs. Robinson my primary Sunday school teacher taught me, bribed and baited me, when I was a kid. I would have said anything to get to the milk and cookies; bible verses where easy cookies. All the bible stories I know she taught me first; as kindergarteners do in public school. The woman was a master at making anything out of only a pop-cicle stick, rubber bands and construction paper employing the tiniest dots of glue; she didn't trust those new evil staples machines, no way. I swear to this day she was eighty-eight years old and moved in slow-motion like cut away claymation, she always wore dark as if in permanent mourning, and one of those granny sun-visor hat dillies; I never saw her smile, or in the main sanctuary ever; I have no idea what she looks like and she only lived a block behind me. I bet she smiles at me in heaven and says actually that was jesus in drag and God comes over and hugs n tickles me like Andy does Opie. Yeah I thought that was you jesus, where's larry hollis? See larry it was too jesus I been waiting eternity to tell you I was right; wait, you were jesus too, larry? Some Sundays just me, larry and Mrs. Robinson there for the blue stars. I thought I wanted cookies and enough blues stars to get gold stars. But really, what I got was a life's worth of questions for God. My mom and dad loved me enough to take me to church; I spent exponentially more time at church than at wall-mart or TV; was not any video game simulation model or any other mental masturbation of life, on line instant gratification back then; our youth of today need a collective direction built in Golgotha and Bethlehem, destroying roman prisons, manufacturing pop-cicle stick crusaders shields. We must challenge our youth to take up the mantle of their passions and slay those dragons of doubt and restore the light of truth. Just like we did back then, let children be children. Bold and as we're told, by the large and in charge. I am testament early bible study never left me even in my most darkest spiritual nights the light shines brightest when I'm looking the least.
……………………………….Kosmicdebris
Pauls love letters
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The savior of the world did not come to foster inimical doctrinal divisions; truth teachings should not be used toward that end. It is something of a misnomer even to refer to the New Testament as the "Christian" Bible,
for it does not belong exclusively to any one sect. I have flown in a few things in my life; I always had my bible every single time I flew tucked in my shirt resting above my beltline. Truth is meant for the blessing and up-liftment of the entire human race.
That's me, I'm all in. As the Christ Consciousness is universal, so does Jesus Christ belong to all....I already had a love letter in my bible I was awarded for memorizing bible books, my field bible is red with a zipper around it; shit I probably would of memorized the book of Mathew for it, it's a fitting bible for a soldier to carry; earned it whilst I was flag-barer, a Christian solider belonging to the vacation bible school sort. (reconnaissance suggest the best cookies in the world happen to be located at that location) I always told my squad that If you saw me with my red bible out its o.k. to stop the bleeding and start the praying. I know it can stop bullets; knows when something's amiss or
remiss; I didn't need the Bhagavad gita when I was looking for love because I had heard they was mention of the Good news and it goes something like this: Saint Paul on lead harp. Gabe on base. Michele and Raphael chorus, backup featuring the ethereal zither siren twins Faith and Hope.
Epistle on Love
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never ends; as for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. For our knowledge is imperfect and our prophecy is imperfect; but when the perfect comes, the imperfect will pass away.

When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became a man, I gave up childish ways. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall understand fully, even as I have been fully understood.

So faith, hope, love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
This passage never fails to still the troubled waters of my mind, when I sing these prayers they clean my spiritual window glass. Our children should surely know this stuff. Learn it in bible school, Sunday school, state school since my tax dollars support state education; I want the bible taught as public "literature" and side step political correctness, just for the platform, for the forum. In the humanities where the true nature of man is exposed for scrutiny.
In his early days Saint Paul was Saul, a Jewish tent-maker in Tarsus soon after the time of Jesus, who persecuted the early Christians until he experienced a cataclysmic vision, a very rare scaly-eyed blinding malady, a painful condition, while traveling to Damascus (Lebanon). Later he said of this experience: "I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me." He traveled and taught throughout Asia Minor and in Greece until his death in Rome, around A.D. 65. Say amen now. Occidental/oriental? Interjected and molded Christ into most of the new churches and schools of western Greco-roman notions concerning civil man as humans.(they always had slave ownership issues, troubles, treachery and various perverted interpretations of history; drawing heavily on ancient Egyptian motifs/ rituals.) Just learning to recognize truth, write truth and saving it; to pass on; truth in its modern infancy bridged from oral tradition to free verse. When your computers get zapped; people is forgetting how to exchange info manually; paper money and access to accounts via any network will prove dangerous or impossible and the public are going to panic in the near future. Crashing domino theory of consumption. Look for your bible when our power and signal grids get zapped, we are reduced to 30 percent production of logistical resources. To support 100 percent of the people with 70% down is impossible. Somebody is going to have to show the love. If I know this, our enemy also knows this. The mogahadine fought the soviet occupation out of those afghan-mountain complexes; trained by u.s. advisors with American weapon systems in Afghanistan for twenty years before the Taliban showed up, that is why Ben laden cannot be caught and how he dropped our towers. China, Iran, Russia and Syria are spending their resources in their own countries on individual social systems and capitalistic conventions that maximizes their potential for growth, while Americans blood and sweat capital are squandered on futile offensive/defensive war strategies for commercial arms sales and mass world arms production, to put out the worlds fires. Pressure to build and profit from the new worlds monuments. We got a economic hemorrhage going on folks; a severed arterial cash pipe has burst and is washing our children's future away. I hold the right responsible directly for that policy of politically paranoid shameless featherbedding bunch of corrupt confluence. (see I can cuss them without four letter words too)Wanna talk about unjust enrichment? Fight for OIL , or Operation Iraqi Liberation. The native American told ya' ll about drowning in your own waste, a waste of your coveted gold. Like a dog returns to his vomit, so a fool to his folly. You should take better care of your immigration policies, we sure wish we would have now that we are both in the same canoe as our white brothers. We should take care of our collective by learning from Paul; truth is perfection eternal and will never pass away. Where the greatest of these is love. WaDo ……………………………Kosmicdebris...........




decided to give you a chance, now, I have to move to "to other sheep that are of not this pen"  sorry, got my marching orders............. fighting the good fight,  minds as weapon...,  you re not stupid just ignorant....if you have never been out of the country, this state, this county, YOU*& HAVE NO RIGHY To  JUDGE IDIOTS.  you will stand before( ignorance is no excuse) the creator.  meany mind.(don't take this too personal this was targeted at specific group; if the shew fit? /................were it?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....all shall come to pass before this generation.



fight the good fight with your minds as weapons.


........................kosmicdebris.....................................................

i am busy, katch me if you can!!

Finally caught Larryjoe blogg'in, in real time \shit9schrew tritter!!_  to those i m leaving.....you did'nt miss me when I was here,  cause i really didn't miss you either.  the exit is in the upper right-hand corrner if you don't want to hear ]read this[, (yeah, i know everything backwords) NOW I get to loook back at you and me after 55 years.

all i can really say is trust Gods plan for you,  fuck everybody else.  you and God is ALL that matters,.  you may or you may not  follow,  find a good sheapered!!


Don't look at me, (just a humble arrogant servant) i looked everywhere upon the earth.............there is no place like home. (if you got one).  That home is in your heart.  "Look to the future and not to the past to find those those things that you want to make last!!" me.   do not look back in anger or to the future with promise unless I am willing to give all.  or nothing is what i see.  Nothing is what I see for the future,  you had your chance and you blew-it.  btw you need older dictionaries to understand ole english expressions,  all the old knowledge is being cut away, something about being too radical, I am lucky I didn't listen when young, your intellect is currently being stold, robed! m, one peice after generations.  do not think for yourselves, what you are told to believe be corporate news.  Everythings fine just keep spending.  Earth is about to expel humanoids for trashing
 up the place.

I have observed human behavior so far these years,  got some wisdom to pass along.  I know I am not done until God sez. I HAVE PASSED TOO MANY OPPORTUNITIES TO CHECK OUR THAN  TO DISMISS.  hE NEEDS ME HERE FOR SOMETHING?  oH buy the way, btw;  you need to watch the solar flares if you are looking for rapture or Armageddon, ya'u;; profit about that shit. i am try to figure out how to just survive.  

so anyway i have a well grounded background, in human needs what ever you want i can get for you, creator told me shortly.  jusk ask. we can find a source or resource for your group,  i will help you if we can  get past this hump.  que?  another seed in my garden.  yeah just post a Scripture, or wit quote  Ask Dr. Phil how that works for you!?


sincerely.keep fight the good fight, with your minds as weapons.

...........kosmicdebris..........................................

In The Light

All men should strive to learn before they die what they are running from, and to, and why…James Thurber

Living, loving, learning…..For me, if I am not doing something to better myself continually by staying curious and informed I have no right to criticize, doing nothing only serves to weaken me, complacency is a fatal condition. I believe when I stop asking questions and exploring the world I live in with awe and wonder it will be time for me to die. If I am not moving forward and adapting to change I will get left behind, because when I stop to rest and admire my handy work the world goes on without me. It is better to ask some of the questions than to know all the answers.

Many things lead me back to where my inquisitive nature started and those that influenced me the most are still the ones I seem to be drawn back to. After living for a while I recognize how truths stay and sometimes the new is not always better. Other times I am looking at the same ideas only with different labels. Original psychology is even rarer with regard to motivations of man, love or money. And money is not that important if love is the motivator, the source of most of the power struggles in the world are over the latter. So, if I am not loving and learning, I am not living.

Attempting to articulate abstract thought and translate into digestible concepts that can be easily understood in everyday language, I have found, is no easy feat. Love is particularly tricky. If I have succeeded, thank Him, if I failed, pray for me. But try I must, as Mother Teresa and Gandhi both suggested….."be that change you want to see in the world," love is a verb indicating action or state, the light to see positive change.
An old Zen saying….when the student is ready (to learn), the teacher will teach. Carl Rogers…. "you know I don't believe that anyone has taught anything to anyone. I question the efficacy of teaching. The only thing I know is that anyone who wants to learn will learn. And maybe a teacher is a facilitator, a person who puts things down and shows people how exciting and wonderful it is and asks them to eat." The old lead a horse to water, thirst thing.

That's all I can do….I can't force anyone to eat, no matter what. No teacher has taught anything to anyone. People learn for themselves. If I look up the word "educator," it comes from the Latin "educare" meaning to lead, to guide. That's what it means, to be enthusiastic yourself, to understand yourself and to put this stuff before others and to say, "look how wonderful this is" come and join me in eating of it. Auntie Mame said it best: "life is a banquet and most damned fools are starving to death.

I look for the same truths on many different levels, humanistic is what I relate to best; that's why I enjoy reading Mark Twain and Will Rogers so much; they were gifted reaching everyone with simple plain language based on common sense, intellectually sound rationale. Cervantes was another with witty sayings that our modern language is peppered with, I was surprised at how many of our everyday sayings we still use today that I found in his work. And he didn't come up with them probably, the sayings of that day, last still to this day, because they are still true, still socially relevant, truth is truth and doesn't change. Sometime Google Cervantes quotes and have a look, surprising, from ."Can we ever have too much of a good thing?" goodness and love can do no harm, only selfish applications. To "all is not gold that glitters", but one of my favorites by Cervantes is this one about love..…"'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it." a brilliant truthful observation from 16th century Spain, or is it 21st century universal wisdom?

But with the folksy styles I also have to have an intellectual point of view to tell me what my spiritual side has already recognized inside to bridge the gap between, body, mind, and spirit, kind' a like doubting Thomas, "Lord, we don't know where you are going, so how can we know the way?" Jesus was like, dude, have you not heard anything I just said? "I am the way and the truth and the life! No one comes to the Father except through me. If you really knew me, you would know my Father as well. From now on, you do know him and have seen him." oh, ok.

Pitirim Sorokin, a giant in the field of sociology, wrote in his book the ways and power of love : "the sensate minds, our minds, emphatically disbelieve in the power of love. It appears to us something illusionary…we call it self-deception, the opiate of a people's mind, idealistic thoughts and unscientific illusion. We are biased against all theories that try to prove the power of love in other positive forces in determining human behavior and personality, in influencing the course of biological, social, moral and mental evolution, in affecting the direction of historical events, in shaping social institutions and cultures." he then proceeds to lay out scientific studies to support why this is so.

Well, what a shame if everyone believed something exists only by being shown statistically. I feel sorry for you indeed if you are ruled only by what you can measure, because I am intrigued by the immeasurable. I am intrigued by the dreams, not only by what is here. I really don't give a damn what is here. I can see it. That's fine, measure it if you want to, spend your life measuring it. There is so much that we don't see, we don't touch, we don't feel, we don't understand. If that's not looking for love in all the wrong places, then I don't know what is. Well, maybe I do…..

Reminds me of the fellow that was outside one night looking down frantically searching and searching, looking and looking for his lost keys. Soon another fellow came by and ask: what are you looking for? Maybe I can help. I have lost my keys would you please help me look for them? I know they are around here somewhere. Sure I'll help you look. And together they look for awhile, finally the one ask, exactly where were you standing when you lost them? Oh well, right over there, in the house….. In the house! What the….? Why sir…. then, are we out here looking for them like fools? Well, uh, uh, I don't have any lights inside the house and it's dark in there, but out here there is plenty of light……

My God of love and truth is that way too, love is impossible to see without a spiritual flashlight found inside myself, my house. That light will go everywhere with me, shines on others, helps recognize other peoples light and together the light only gets brighter for more people to see. All I have to do is ask. I will never find the keys to happiness or heaven looking outside in the world unless I find the eternal light inside me first to see them with. In this light, let's not look back in anger, or forward in fear, but around in awareness. Me loving me is me loving you. My battle against apathy begins with me.

We assume that reality is the box we've been put in, and it's not! I assure you it's not. Open the door sometime and look outside and see how much there is. The dream of today will be the reality of tomorrow. Yet, we have forgotten how to dream, how to love.

A few quotes from the gospel of St. John from the man that taught me to love myself…"I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life,.….A man who walks by day will not stumble, for he sees by this world's light. It is when he walks by night that he stumbles, for he has no light, The man who walks in the dark does not know where he is going….Put your trust in the light while you have it, so that you may become sons of light,"…. Hey buddy, got a light?

My hats off to those great authors, preachers and teachers, past and present, that have managed to penetrate my socially encrusted pea brain, to unlock a door to a room with a better view of me, man and God. I have great hope in tomorrow. And my hope lies in the following three things….Truth, youth, and love. In order to achieve great things, we must live as though we were never going to die.

Keep fighting the good fight, with your minds as weapons!!
………………kosmicdebris……………………………

Message to the messangers

There are two ways of spreading light: to be The candle or the mirror that reflects it....

For me, the different religions are
beautiful flowers from the same garden,
or they are branches of the same majestic tree.
Therefore, they are equally true,
though being received and interpreted
through human instruments equally imperfect.
~ Mahatma Gandhi ~


I see American style religions today more like a very thorny bush that bares little fruit and few flowers anymore, perhaps the variety that can be used to weave crowns. As I mentioned before, truth is out there in the world, to find it we must seek it, many in this world have found it and tossed God aside not knowing what they had found, most are led away from truth to protect the status quo.

I have to wonder sometimes how many times a preacher thinks I better not preach about this or that subject, i.e. abortion or war e.g. for fear of getting the boot or alienating some of the more generous tithing base of supporters. I have witnessed both. "Don't come in here trying to change things with that nonsense about truth, we like things just the way things are, heretic, blasphemer, you bastard!" He goes or I go, seems I read something about this very thing before:

 On another Sabbath he went into the synagogue and was teaching, and a man was there whose right hand was shriveled. The Pharisees and the teachers of the law were looking for a reason to accuse Jesus, so they watched him closely to see if he would heal on the Sabbath. But Jesus knew what they were thinking and said to the man with the shriveled hand, "Get up and stand in front of everyone." So he got up and stood there. Then Jesus said to them, "I ask you, which is lawful on the Sabbath: to do good or to do evil, to save life or to destroy it?" What would Jesus do?…..He looked around at them all, and then said to the man, "Stretch out your hand. He did so, and his hand was completely restored." But they were furious and began to discuss with one another what they might do to Jesus, Luke 6:6-10.


The poor pastor is only allowed to preach about sunshine and the pretty flowers, prohibited from any discussions about the rain currently falling and the severe storms forecast for the future, for heavens sake. For hells sake, he might remind his flock about the west-coast tsunami of sinful idol worship, or the east-coast hurricane of hypocrites and warmongering Whitehouse.


What's the difference between wants and needs? Today's heaven and tomorrows hell, for some I suppose, according to Luke's testament. Wealthy need more money for tomorrow's want, the hungry need food today for want of another tomorrow. The ministers want to speak of these but also has a need to buy groceries today and gas for tomorrows wants and needs of others. I can't blame him really, he loves his family, wants them to be happy and has to provide for their needs as best he can. To keep his job he has two choices: tell them what they want to hear or tell them what they need to hear and learn a trade. I hear carpentry is a noble profession, he'll need a hammer, and may want to join the union for steady work. Depends whom he's really working for, God's wants or the committee of benefactors that need a tax-deduction for build the new fellowship hall, we should be grateful to brother moneybags for needing to rob IRS Paul to pay for wanting St. Peters massive Church house. Let us not forget to thank God for brother moneybag's selfish dad that died prematurely, needing salvation wanting heaven, and left Junior all that cash needlessly wanting more. Those new digital church bells sure sound nice. The world doesn't want another church with new bells, the world needs a church with big iron cast balls, noisy clanking cajonnes! The sixth chapter of Luke lays out who is going to get what they need and why Jesus wants to give it to them, and it looks like some very important people, in their own mind, are going to be painfully disappointed needing comfort and wanting relief. That, my friends, is the difference between venal wants and humble needs. Hell's needs may become heaven's wants.


Rare and gifted is the pastor that can perform miracles….that is, job security, a charitable congregation, and Gods Blessings, the greatest miracle or blessing being walking that tight-rope and still able to get a good nights sleep. I couldn't do it, I mean caring for my flock and all and then still worry about those minor details Jesus ask us to take care of for him…..you know, the hungry, the poor, the homeless, the funerals for dead Christian soldiers fighting for peace, comfort tearful widows and orphans left behind, then find time to visit sister Mary moneybags after her needed gallbladder surgery along with her wanted tummy-tuck surgery. Amen.

 Most of my prayer time lately have been going out to those spiritual shepherds, than the hungry politico wolves devouring the flock.

Please don't be confused about being religious and being spiritual. My m-word dictionary definition of:
religion:
1. beliefs and worship: people's beliefs and opinions concerning the existence, nature, and worship of a deity or deities, and divine involvement in the universe and human life

2. particular system: a particular institutionalized or personal system of beliefs and practices relating to the divine

3. personal beliefs or values: a set of strongly-held beliefs, values, and attitudes that somebody lives by

4. obsession: an object, practice, cause, or activity that somebody is completely devoted to or obsessed by

Spiritual:
 1. of the soul: relating to the soul or spirit, usually in contrast to material things

2. religion of religion: relating to religious or sacred things rather than worldly things

3. temperamentally or intellectually akin: connected by an affinity of the mind, spirit, or temperament

4. refined: showing great refinement and concern with the higher things in life.

Note that religion mentions nothing about your soul. Teaching someone that he has a free spirit is dangerous to a religion that creates social and dogmatic boundaries for control. Religions main objective seems to be teaching acquiesce of separateness through intolerance.

My spirit is boundless and my concept of God doesn't stop at the borders between, Baptist, Catholic, Jewish, Hindu….. Whatever. Look around, are we being led by example as individuals or by a committee as sheeple?  Most of the world religions I see today want to argue about how to worship Him and the proper mechanics of the rituals, they have literally threw the Holy Baby and his teachings out with the baptismal bath water. As an earth bound human I do not and cannot know the unknowable, nor do I need to, but my spirit knows the Truth, can recognize the truth, the only thing I need to know is greater is He that is in me than in the world. I am part and particle connected to everyone and everything, I am the kosmic debris born of He who created all I can and can't see or explain and quantify.

Carl Jung whose profession was the scientific study of the human mind, his influence on psychology is profound especially in the field of comparative religion and the relationships of a groups collective social conscience. He once said that religion was a manmade roadblock to true spirituality. Jung came to the conclusion that the existence of the soul was real from scientific clinical study of his patients, that we all have this unconscious, but not unknowable, connection to one another that is stored non-locally, meaning outside the physical body. Each of us are born with connections to this universal source, a higher power, cosmic consciousness, I choose to call my source God. Call it whatever you want, semantics doesn't change what God is.

Carl's observations and his pioneering methods as a psycho-analyst revealed that most of mans neurosis and psychosis was rooted in mans inability to reconcile between religion, being manmade, and the spiritual, being God made, what man sees outside compared to what he feels inside are in constant opposition to each other. Result, go nuts or go postal. Medicine has no cure, only pills to pacify the unquiet mind.

There are many ways man compensates for this internal conflict, the obvious negative ones are what we have today….when denial fails, things religion was not designed to fix, intolerance is a biggie. ….. addictions,  are the main ones, the seven deadly sins…..Luxuria (extravagance, later lust), Gula (gluttony), Avaritia (greed), Acedia (sloth), Ira (wrath, more commonly known as anger), Invidia (envy), and Superbia (pride), pretty much sums up all the worlds problems, don't it. Sounds like American Christianity, a collection of phony hypocrites, to me " What you do speaks so loud that I cannot hear what you say."…..Emerson.

Smile and greet me with your heart and not just with your face muscles if your are sincerely glad to see me, otherwise don't bother, I can more often than not tell difference these days. For instance, when I meet and greet at new church and someone says to me: "I am glad you are here," sometimes, what they're really saying is "I'm glad you're here…..just not right here." I usually say: "thank-you, you have a beautiful church," what I really mean is…..just not this beautiful church.

To the man that prays with his heart, the whole planet is his church. (heart = soul/spirit) Listening with your heart is meditation, prayer is speaking with your heart. Meditation has the potential for immediate knowledge of something instinctively, without actual physical evidence for it. Like speech we all possess this innate quality, slowly you begin to trust and use these perceptions as a natural reflex, like smell or taste.

So you see the religious institutions are responsible directly or indirectly, perhaps unintentionally, for many of the things they themselves call sins. I like to call this behavior, ( the seven deadly sins) temporary social Band-Aids for chronic spiritual wounds, but the remedies don't seem to heal, must be changed often and is never a cure. Without holistic treatments these, physical, social, spiritual maladies are progressive…get worst, the illness metastasizes….spreads to others in the body of humanity, and in all cases fatal, it will kill us….due to a self will run riot.

Apathy is what I see today, indifference is spiritual-self mutilation, don't know and don't care is blasphemy, conformity to these attitudes are fatal eternal errors, they can be corrected. Though it is interesting that the cures for spiritual disease are free……the seven holy virtues are chastity, abstinence, temperance, diligence, patience, kindness, and humility. I am guilty of most, the deadly ones, at some time or another, I am working on the latter virtuous list more these days. Some of it must be working, people no longer shout: "hide the women and children" when I roll up somewhere.

Jung was one of the first of modern times with strong ties to the scientific community bold enough to say that we are spiritual beings having a human experience. Carl's work with Bill Wilson and the oxford group, helping to lay the foundations of alcoholics anonymous, the twelve spiritual principals has proven time and again that Dr. Jung was onto something from a higher authority. Most all of the successful self-help support groups use a variation of this same12 step spiritual program tailored to fit that particular obsessive/compulsive disorder.

 Those twelve steps can and do neatly fit anyone sane, drunk or sober, does not conflict with any religious teaching, they are a simple roadmap to becoming a healthy, happy, wholesome, productive spiritual being. Something that is really simple to understand: Trust God, Clean house (internal baggage), Help others. Repeat until it becomes an incurable habit. Any faith that apply these are going to be on the righteous side and in tune with His universe. The teachings apply universally to every human on the planet, not just to users and abusers. In my case, I thought I was a larry with substance abuse problem, turns out I was spiritually sick substance abuser with a larry problem. This obsessive behavior was only a symptom and not the real problem. Denial of the problem because of pride only made things that much worse. Self-medicating was like pouring gas on a fire.

I have to seek through prayer and meditation to improve my conscious contact with God to grow spiritually. If I have no time for prayer and meditation, I will have lots of time for sickness and trouble. "We turn to God for help when our foundations are shaking, only to learn it is God who is shaking them."…..Charles C West

Religion has its place in society and many receive the Word there, the truth is there, but that does not replace my commitment to God. Actually, I like to go to church and I have visited many of the different faiths edifices. Each body of faith has its own strengths and weaknesses like people. I don't know when it happened but I feel the church has lost its primary mission, socialize our children and help the needy. One day those children are going to be in charge of that church and I am afraid if Oprah and Dr. Phil, or whoever is the next feel good guru, will have more influence there than God. I do not look for God in those places anymore because my God goes with me everywhere I go, besides God has never gotten lost and had to be found, people look for him in the wrong place, that's all. Everyone must work out their own salvation. I don't expect to find blessings in church either, although sometimes I do.

 The greatest blessings I have ever received was when I did the right thing when no one was looking. God is not going to ask me how many times the preacher prayed for me, but he is going to know how many times I prayed for the preacher. I know my views are strong, but if my beliefs don't fit everyone then they are fit for no one. Especially the One that created the universe of which I am irrevocably part of.


The spiritual promises from the aa big book, "If we are painstaking about this phase of our development, we will be amazed before we are half way through. We are going to know a new freedom and a new happiness. We will not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it. We will comprehend the word serenity and we will know peace. No matter how far down the scale we have gone, we will see how our experience can benefit others. That feeling of uselessness and self-pity will disappear. We will lose interest in selfish things and gain interest in our fellows. Self-seeking will slip away. Our whole attitude and outlook upon life will change. Fear of people and of economic insecurity will leave us. We will intuitively know how to handle situations which used to baffle us. We will suddenly realize that God is doing for us what we could not do for ourselves."
"Are these extravagant promises? We think not. They are being fulfilled among us—sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. They will always materialize if we work for them." Find you heart inside your spiritual self and you will know He was never lost outside.


"To me, God is Truth and Love;
God is ethics and morality:
God is fearlessness.
God is the source of Light and Life
and yet He is above and beyond all these.
God is conscience...
He is a personal God to those who need His personal presence.
He is embodied to those who need His touch.
He is the purest essence.
He simply is to those who have faith.
He is all things to all men."
~ Mahatma Gandhi ~

Who am I to argue with this mans definition of God? Who can? There is no argument to be had that will hold up to this scrutiny. I can only say that Gandhi knows God. Do you?
Fight the good fight!! With you minds as weapons…………
………………………….kosmicdebris……………………………….

dyslexia is a blessing

Disguised as misfortune, You may be fortunate in the opportunities hardship unmasks.

Dyslexia…impaired ability to understand written language: a learning disorder marked by a severe difficulty in recognizing and understanding written language, leading to spelling and writing problems. It is not caused by low intelligence or brain damage.

I started this piece over a year ago and lost interest. I heard a report on the learning disability today. Something positive I already knew about myself and feel sort of vindicated and served to validate my thinking
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I never learned English too well because I had undetected dyslexia. The basic rules were not imprinted in my early education. I had major problems in grade school. I can still remember how terrified I was just thinking about it, afraid to read aloud and the cruel ridicule because I couldn't. Back in 1965 nothing was known about this learning disability, the condition was not available for me to have at the time, unrecognized, therefore untreatable. I had to make do as best I could thinking I was stupid. At ten years old and I could barely read. I couldn't associate letters that made words and was prone to read skipping ahead or up or down one or two words or lines. Sentences didn't make much sense to me and I couldn't get the comprehension part down. I taught myself to read mostly by listening to spoken words and tying them to the actual sentence as whole units. When I looked at a sentence I read the whole thing at once like being one word. I would ask teacher or a classmate to read it to me and I would memorize that sentence while it was spoken right then right there on the spot.
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As I got older and studied this impediment to learning, I managed to pinpoint when my trouble started. I didn't go to kindergarten and in first grade my teacher tried every way in the world to make me right handed, additionally she tried to reinforce my second and third grade year teachers as well. Thank God they finally gave up! Which led to shame for not being able to comply and guilt and embarrassment, lack of self confidence, a host of inferior feelings. I struggled all the way through grade school, I learned in a speed reading class to read for comprehension, in the eighth. They called the class speed reading but it was for what they label now days…learning disabled, stupid. But I still had to lead and trail a sentence with both hands to read, one finger blocking the work ahead and the other finger to keep my place on the right line I was reading. I learned to multitask, efficient use of memory and problem solve. I got by marginally at best until I got to the tenth grade when I moved away.

In Muskogee my electives where mostly French and choir, I had taken two years of French, and three years of voice, mixed choir, no books for me meant better grades. I chose those because both classes had all the hot girls that out numbered the guys three or four to one. I never learned to sing or speak French that well, probably read French as well as English back then, none of it made much sense to me anyway. Looking back at my old annuals it looks like I scored very high marks for flirting and other female biological studies. Started to develop excellent social skills that would serve me well in the future. I made up verbally what I lacked in the reading and writing skills. Anyway, no science, history or math because of the reading handicap/blessing. I made up for those deficits later. I didn't take much shop, between my dad, uncle and grandfather I grew up in a woodwork, mechanic and upholstery shop, that was my playground at home. I know I knew how to use more tools, power or otherwise, than the shop teacher. I was quite precocious in those hands-on areas, to say the least. Just stupid when it came to English, still am, as far as grammar rules, punctuation, and stuff like that. No telling where I'll put a comma needed or not or when to end a sentence. (that's why I like to read German, because they don't either) My spell checker fails to mind read homonyms for me, where, wear, we're …there, their, they're? So when writing there is no telling which one I'll or it will use for the other. It is worth noting, in my years of adult life, not once have I ever been asked to diagram a sentence, not for a job, a date, a beer, not once. Not that I could but, Wtf? What was so important about that business anyway?

Besides in life, I got better uses for my dangling participle. I still have inferior feelings about the rite write, right? Mrs. Wright. How do you like me now Mrs. Hill? I learned the survival game early, out fox, out play, out wit, when all those didn't work, to out bullshit.

There were not many electives to take in a small rural school system of Gore Oklahoma. The tenth grade was the turning point because I took typing, the class met all my adolescent requirements….girls, new girls, and a bonus, a very hot redheaded young typing teacher. It was amazing I could even say my name when she bent over me to show me how to type, much less learn anything. Why, on a chilly day I had to be careful not to turn around too fast, could've cost me an eye, it da been worth it. She was blessed, and so was I! She always wore low cut blouses and my buddy facing opposite in front of me worked out a plan when we needed help. Depending on what she was wearing, depended on how helpless we were that day. When she leaned over me, he got a peak and she over he, my turn to ogle. Hey, we were not perverts, we where fifteen. The luckiest boys on the planet!

Back to the story, I learned to type somehow that semester. Something happened when I did, it was like the missing piece of my learning puzzle was found in learning to keyboard. A light came on and bam, I started the tenth grade struggling to read at maybe seventh or eight grade level, after six months typing, I was at first year college level. Memorizing the keyboard somehow worked to organize written and to comprehend words in my head. So because of all the things I did to compensate for my poor reading skills before had became my greatest asset, learning to speed read, I relied heavily on my memory before, my cognitive skills were a few years ahead of my peers. Things I learned independent of things I was taught to adapt I learned from inside me to do my own way. The confidence boost was tremendous and profound, I wasn't stupid anymore. My grades never got any better though, except for maybe history, that was my favorite class, after typing, of course, but I never ever took home another book again. I could usually read the lesson or ahead in class and would finish all my homework during study time provided. I got board bored with school real quick after that. The ninth grade was the highest grade of public school I completed and I never looked back with regret. I didn't miss anything, as a sophomore, I took seniors girls to proms at three different schools in three different cities. The army was my high school.

I couldn't wait to join the army. A week after my 17 birthday I was taking the test to get in. Passing my GED two years before my class graduated, the state would not give me my certificate until after my class graduated, but the army accepted my state scores as evidence of high school graduation.

All of the hardships I had from the very beginning of my education, I later learned, were probably due to my first grade teacher trying to teach, or unsuccessfully tried to make me right handed. I learned to process information differently and perhaps more creatively, to look at things and problem solve another way than most. All she did was add another extra unnecessary layer of guilt and shame during a critical stage of early childhood development. For that, I forgive Mrs. Hill, the bitch. She was impatient and downright mean to me sometimes, but it really did turn out to be an unseen blessing, now looking back. Thinking yourself stupid for the first nine years of school done some damage to my fragile eggshell mind, I was also to learn more about later.

 Overcoming the hardship set me up for future academic success, and the confidence that there was nothing I couldn't do. I wasn't stupid anymore but the old thinking caused me to be more driven, and suspicious of authority. I see trying to make a left handed person a righty a form of psychological abuse. Man, I am left handed all the way. My right is useless to me. A stranger of sorts, I cannot still, to this day, properly pick my nose or comfortably scratch my ass with it, among other things.

In high school I made c's and d's, I made a perfect 4. 0 the first three years of college. I haven't looked at my college transcript in a while, but I know I have over two hundred hours undergrad and twenty or thirty post grad work. As a matter of fact this work right here is part of my thesis. But I studied only the disciplines that interested me, nursing, business, psychology, early education, comparative religion.  Most of my social science and history came from my independent study outside of school proper, that I didn't have to pay for or still owe on. I really am that pragmatic, a body of knowledge has to give me some practical application. If I wanted to pay for the paper to hang on the wall, to impress, I could. I see know reason for it. I got all the information I was after and if I cant apply any of it, its useless to me and totally worthless to the world. I am like Henry Thoreau in that regard.  "Let the sheep keep their skins"

I worked my ass off though to get and keep my grades. I don't want to come off boastful, I earned everything, even today, there is nothing to compare the feeling of walking out of a classroom knowing you nailed a hard test, or even better, not knowing and learning the grade, the personal self satisfaction, for me, was something money cant buy and would be worthless if you could. That kind of pride is a healthy reward, it is the result of sowing sweat to reap joy. My personal fight, me against my ignorance. Won by solving complex problems with only the tools you brought with you into the room, my mind and a pencil. Sometime I forgot one or the other and still managed.

I clept out of a few classes only because I knew how to take tests and nothing on the subject before. I didn't like the way it made me feel though, I was robbed of the classroom experience and the interaction.

 Being in college for awhile I used to play a game of stump the teacher, and when they ran out of answers I knew the game was over and time for this grasshopper to find another teacher, subject or discipline. Or a job….I had an anatomy instructor in nursing once that finally told me if I really wanted to know I needed to graduate and get a job in a research lab to understand why the 'islets of langerhorns' function is so poorly understood. I remember thinking….well, if I find out I'm renaming the pancreatic cells the 'atolls of assholes' …….after you then. Langerhorn only found them…… I just found out what they do. Diabetes mellitus was important for me understand, I had lost one grandmother from it and the other was in a nursing home blind and missing a leg because of it, at that time. Today I got it(sugar die-beatus)

Today I don't always win but I do try harder when I don't. My personal philosophy is I don't have to be right and there is no one best way to do anything…. only what is right for me inside and outside. I carried a lot of resentment about the petrified opinion of my first grade teacher. Her for me and mine for her. Had I been a normal right hander I might never have had the opportunities and learning experiences I've had. Those early hardships truly helped me more than hurt. I wont ever say anything bad about that bitch Mrs. Hill, only the truth.

As individuals we must not be satisfied with just becoming like everybody else. We must fight the system.! Here comes my rant from Leo Buscaglia, about natures animal school….. A fabulous story that educators have had around for years. We may laugh about it but sadly will never do anything about it. A rabbit, bird, fish, squirrel, duck, and so on, all decided to start a school. Everybody sat down to write a curriculum. The fish insisted that swimming be in the curriculum. The squirrel insisted perpendicular tree climbing be in the curriculum. All the other animals wanted their specialty to be in the curriculum, too, so they put everything in and then made the glorious mistake of insisting all the animals take all of the courses. The rabbit was magnificent in running; nobody could run like the rabbit. But they insisted that it was good intellectual and emotional discipline to teach the rabbit to fly. So they insisted that the rabbit learn to fly and they put him on this branch and said, "Fly, rabbit! And the poor old thing jumped off, and broke a leg and fractured his skull. He became brain damaged and then he couldn't run very well either. So instead of an A in running, he got a C in running. And he got a D in flying because he was trying. And the curriculum committee was happy. The same way with the bird….he could fly like a freak all over the place, do loops and loops, and was making an A. But they insisted that this bird burrow holes in the ground like a gopher. O f course he broke his wings and his beak and everything else and then he couldn't fly. But they were perfectly happy to give him a C in flying, and so on. And you know who the valedictorian of that graduating class was? A mentally retarded eel, because he could do almost everything fairly well. The owl dropped out and now votes 'no' on all tax elections that have to do with schools. Their was a moment of silence at graduation to remember those that never learned to swim or float and are no longer with us. Sadly the ones that could not master a particular discipline the way we think they should are the ones that go into schools and mall with automatic rifles. Society says, 'why didn't we see this coming we gave him every opportunity to fit in.' Truth is we didn't and he never had a chance. He was labeled by the system and tossed aside because he wasn't able to conform to the system, the reality is the system failed to make room for him. That doesn't excuse the behavior, but the fault lies much deeper.

We know this is wrong, yet nobody does anything about it. You may be a genius. You may be one of the greatest writers in the world but you cant get into a university unless you can pass trigonometry. For what! You can't get out of high school without passing this and this and this! You can't get out of elementary school without doing this and this! Being right handed? Why? It isn't a matter of who you are. Look at the list of dropouts: William Faulkner, John F. Kennedy, Thomas Edison. It was a bummer. I don't want to learn perpendicular tree climbing. I am never going to climb a tree perpendicularly. I'm a bird. I can fly to the top of the tree without having to do that. Never mind, it's good intellectual discipline….sit down and shut up.

Keep fighting the good fight, with your minds as weapons!!

……………………….kosmicdebris……………………………….....
Let us put our minds together and see what life we will make for our children. Tatanka Lotanka